Another day goes by you lay your head down
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And you count yourself the richer for the grief
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Those rare moments of joy and painless laughter
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Will pass you by like stardust in your sleep
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You've been immobilized by jurisprudence
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Weighing in on both sides of the scale
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They've handed you less than you might have asked for
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And all that they've bestowed is old and stale
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Outside the hustlers hustle
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And philosophers wrestle
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With the symptoms of our age
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While you're moderating monologue
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Between a sucker and a sage
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Another day goes by you lay your head down
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You can't get no satisfaction or relief
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Moving one step further down a line
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Stretching back far beyond belief
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You put your letter in the box
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And you hope for the best
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But you can't take it back
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Once it's off of your chest
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They only turn the clocks back once every year
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For 21 years you've been aimlessly walking
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Down detours and down all the well-worn trails
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And all the while you've been shamelessly talking
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But that's how you kill the time when all else fails
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When All Else Fails
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The GC5 |